“Oh, Persis! how could he hang on a tree without a head?”
“Sure enough, he couldn’t, could he? He’d have to perch there with his head under his arm like—who was it?—oh, yes, St. Denis, who carried his head in his hands after he was beheaded. I don’t believe I’d care, myself, for an ancestor who had to hang. I’ll tell you, Mell, who I think is a nice girl.”
“Who?”
“Annis Brown.”
“What! that quiet little thing? She hasn’t a bit of style; she’s as plain as a pipe-stem.”
“I know it, but I like her.”
“Audrey says she is a parvenu.”
“Humph! Just because her mother keeps boarders. That sounds like Audrey.”
“Now, Persis, I won’t have you run down Audrey.”
“I won’t, then. I’m not going to get into any more squabbles to-night. Audrey is an awfully nice girl, only she does brag a little too much.”